il n'ya plus rien. There is nothinbg anymore.
This track is a part of the "Social War" CD from noisiV. Video by Androvirus.
Nothing is worth the sorrow of nothing You risk nothing at the border Nothing in the hands
Revolutions? Let us speak! I want to speak about the revolutions that one can still show
Because they are useful to you Because they always served you, These revolutions which are of "the history", Because the "stories" that amuse you, before interesting you, And when that interests you, it is too late, You arrange yourselves the day before, always the day before, to retain a place In a de luxe hotel of exile You always believe yourselves, you others, to be in a stud farm! The race holds you upright in this world that you sat. You have the style of the capacity .. me to speak to you with you .. my As if you speak with your subordonnates, Of fear of leaving your stature, your blisters, for fear one shows you the finger, in the corridors of the trouble, and that one says itself: " Stop, its falling, it will end by yielding, crawling " quiet! For the snaking, your unbeatable; only, you you it I enjoy to spit, WE WILL HAVE ALL In ten thousand years. Misery, it was the name of my bitch which had only Three legs. The disorder, it is the command minus the capacity! There is nothing any more. I am a white Negro who eats wax. Then it is better that you do not know anything. With the publicity of the enzymes and charm With the traffic of the dollars and the traffickers of weapons Who trails the newspapers in mud and blood You are entitled to this noise of the sea which goes down And if you want to take it it will make you charm And the sea will return without you if you are malicious